I fell in love with a computer


took all I had
Then refused to communicate

Returned all my stamped letters
Now I spill all

to a shrink
who counts money

by the hands on their watch

"just give me ten more minutes"
you slide your hand on snooze;
you live in black and white
and see just what you choose

then mute life's little whispers
close blinds from whats to come
radiating dreams of color
then wake to siri's drum

"just give me five more minutes"
you hit your phone once more
the neon overtakes your brain
your conscience hits the floor

When you used to say my name
It was always with love
With a smile
You were so glad to know me

Now we are steps away
From falling off the face of the earth
And I desperately want to call your name
But I don't know what it means to me anymore

Now when you say my name
You spew hate into the once so lovely word
I still call for you sometimes
But you're too far away
To notice

In truth
I'm happy
But I used to be
Quite broken
Hence the poems
And the heartache
And the sadness
And the hurt
Of course
Now I realize
If I press enter
At the right time
It can be considered
Art.